We went out after dinner tonight to enjoy an all-you-can-eat ice cream sundae bar to celebrate Mardi Gras. Sly was sitting on the table, grabbing everything in sight, chattering, and being adorable - as always ;-).
An older woman walked past and started oohing and ahhing over the baby. She said that she used to have babies of her own: "PaulCatherineMichealLuke......" she rattled off eight or so names in about a second flat - as if it was just one big long name. "I had a lot of them," she said. "I'm not stupid. I'm Catholic."